Blackberry Bun Wrote:I took a nap today, and I dreamed of Prudence coming over to my house. Many things happened, but like always, I forgot the majority of my dream. Though I remember showing her a picture of Mocha Chiffon and Lunaris, and she was not too happy about their design...
I apologize on behalf of my dream-self.
I've had
weird dreams lately. The other night, I dreamed we had moved into the log cabin, December 2012, even though it was half-finished with gaps in the walls. When I say half-finished, I mean that it wouldn't realistically have stood up. We thought it was fine, because [strike]we were stupid[/strike] it magically wasn't falling down and the weather was like summer weather despite everything.
So, it was Christmas morning and everyone in the house who wasn't a child turned into a preteen, and we all played with toys and read science-fiction books together. I do not know how the youngest understood the science-fiction books. Probably the same way the house didn't fall down, unexplained magic.
During this, a man saying he was a child psychologist came in.
We asked how he could come in with the door locked, forgetting all about the huge holes and gaps in the walls. I told you, we were not smart in (most of) this dream! Well, we were all apparently smart enough to understand science-fiction and not smart enough to have very common sense.
The "psychologist" did not answer, and instead set about destroying every single toy in the house. He claimed toys were bad and hurt people, when no one was trying to use them destructively except for him. He would swing the toys over his head, magically cause them to get bigger and fragile, and then break them on the floor.
The family ran in a bedroom, to the top of a bunk bed, somehow all fitting on the top bunk and shivering together in fear. The crazy man ran after us, delighted to find more toys to break in room shared by children. He continued on his rampage, at one point mistaking Brooklyn and Benita for very tall lifelike dolls (despite their screaming and running). James and I swiftly rescued them in less than a second, by pulling them back up to the top bunk through what can only be described as the speed and strength of parental love.
I was extremely angry after that, and I interrupted the crazy man's rampage by yelling, "NO! Other people don't use every toy they see to shatter into glass and try to cut people! The only person who does that is YOU!"
He actually stopped his rampage, looking at the family he had scared. Remember, in this dream, we were all children. Several pairs of tearful eyes quietly pleaded with him to leave them alone. His own eyes filled with tears, and he turned into a very little boy of about age three. He picked up an action figure that fell out of his own pocket, and said, "Fine." He then grinned mischievously. "He's going to hell," he said, referencing his toy. With that, he exited through a hole in the house and left.
My family then sang a song about everything perfect. :lol:
That was a bad dream!
It's now Christmas morning!
Look at the flowers outsiiiide!
Now life is perfect, perfect paradise,
And it will never, ever, ever go awaaaaaaay!
Oh my gosh, my dreams shouldn't sing. That was so corny.
James asked me the next morning if the "psychologist" was anyone real or, in James' words, a generic confrontation to protect my family. Neither the adult nor child version of the destructive guy looked like anyone, so it must have been the latter. I do wonder what all that dream means. It had so much detail.
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